They Came. They Saw. They Nurtured.

My parents and mother-in-law were so wonderful in coming out here to help us out in our weeks of need.  Even at my age, I'm not too old to have my mom pat my back and let me cry on her shoulder.  And my dad is full of good advice and worldly-wisdom.  Just two of his thoughts:

1)  "You choose your own attitude."
2)  "All of the (crap) I've ever stepped in in life has been in a path I chose for myself.  I didn't have anyone else to blame for it."

Me, Dad and Hansel--I think you can tell from whom I got my features.

Mom made several delicious meals.  Here are two:

Spaghetti All'amatriciana

Milanese chicken, potatoes and some kind of Brazilian cheese biscuit that my mom said didn't turn out right, but tasted delicious anyway.
I haven't even mentioned her cinnamon rolls.  There are four in the freezer.  They will be defrosted and consumed before the MoTab even finishes the opening song at the Saturday Morning General Conference Session.

When things went south for R, we called on Lezlie, because when the chips are down, everyone needs their mama.  She was the one who pulled R out of his shell, and I am sure that he recovered a lot faster because of her.  She also kept K and I going.